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Jake had never been so relieved to see a tail of blue, black, and yellow flitting around before today. He hunkered down, squinting to study his target. A cleaner wrasse. It had to be. The little mer was faced away from him, occupied by some sort of plant he couldn’t see. She’d been in the same area for some time now, but had strayed further and further from a small coral cluster he assumed was her home. Frankly, he didn’t care much if it was her home or not. He’d reach it before she did, anyway.

Slowly, the mako shark pushed himself off the sandy floor and approached the wrasse. The wrasse continued facing away. Jake was a little surprised it hasn’t noticed him yet. Most small fish would instantly flee from a shark, especially one of his size. He swam a little closer, now about arm’s length away, and shifted so he blocked the coral from view.

“Whatcha got there?”

Read more below the line! Just a quickie thing w my friend @sindumpster’s OC shark!Jake and my wrasse!Chris TwT the dynamic duo at it again~ trying to get those 50 prompts done this year hoooo

The wrasse jolted, whipping to face him as she batted away a mess of brown hair. Her eyes widened, and Jake grinned

“Uh-“ the wrasse seemed to shrink into herself, though made no move to flee. “It’s…a medicine,” she offered a clump of something green. Jake glanced over it with a raised brow.

“What, you some kinda…healer?”

She shook her head. “No…not yet, but…I’d like to be…” Her gaze flickered to where he’d settled, clearly calculating if she could evade him or not. “I’m just…collecting herbs for now, and I want to put them away…” her eyes shifted to his. “You’re blocking my house.”

Jake glanced over his shoulder, then back to her. He smirked. “So I am~. An’ I’ll move, but I’s gotta have some help first.”

“And…you want my help…?”

He nodded. “Yep. Yer one’ve those cleaner fishes, right?”

A hesitant nod.

“Well, I gots somethin’ wrong with one of my teeths. So, how’s abouts you help my tooth, an’ I’ll move?”

Read more below the break! Just a quickie w my friend @sindumpster ‘s shark!Jake and my wrasse!Chris because I love torturing Chris and I’m trying to get those 50 prompts in. If you enjoy the story so far, please leave a like AND a reblog!! Helps boost and honestly it’s so so rewarding to hear what people have to say ;v; Be warned, there’s soft safe vore ahead!

Chris frowned. She looked between the shark and her coral. There’d be no way to evade him. Even with speed on her size, he was *huge*. With one grab he’d have her, and she had no desire to be a snack today. Making him mad by fleeing didn’t seem wise. And he’d cut off her best way to swim to safety. Meaning…the only way around him was to help. Sighing, she placed the weeds she’d collected into her satchel. Either way, she’d have to try.

“Sure, I can help…but…” she frowned. “How…do I know you won’t eat me…?”

The shark grinned, flashing a face full of fangs half her size. She shrank back, stomach writhing like a pack of starving eels.

“Ya don’t~. But, if ya’ dun help me…I’ll be lots more inclined t’do that instead~.” He opened his mouth, then chomped down. His face twinged for a moment before it fell back to a smug smirk. “Don’t gotsa bite somethin’ small as ya’, y’know~.”

Chris wrung her hands. Now he’d really trapped her. Though most of her body screamed to flee, there was a part of her mind that found the opportunity enticing. A shark as a regular client… She could have more exploring space with a shark as an escort. Slowly, she shuffled in her bag. There was enough to make a decent salve…it wouldn’t be her best, but it would be something.

She nodded to herself. “Okay…let me see what I can do.” She swam upwards, hesitating in front of the shark’s face. His red hair swayed idly, almost enticing to hide in had it not been attached to the face grinning back at her.

“Good choice~.” The shark hummed. His jaws parted again, and Chris peered inside. The water around her warmed almost instantly. Pale flesh and yellowed teeth greeted her, with the shark’s tongue flexing slightly. Grimacing, Chris scanned the rows of teeth until she found her prize. Towards the back something was glinting.

There was a rumble that vibrated the living cavern before it fell still again. Chris rolled her shoulders and slowly swam inside. The shark’s mouth was warm, warmer than the waters outside, and there was a thickness to it as her gills flexed anxiously. Just get the piece and get out…

It wasn’t long before Chris found herself beside the tooth in question. Lodged between a pair was something small and shiny. It looked almost like a shell by the way it glittered, but it had a different shape. The size was large, around Chris’ head. It looked…human. Frowning, the wrasse placed her hands on it. She blinked, pulled her hands back. Probably should give a warning if she didn’t want bitten in two. “I’m gonna try and pull this out! Keep holding still!”

Another, louder hum resonated around her. Chris twisted her body to get a good grip on the strange thing. While she was partially laying on the shark’s tongue, she had a better reach. Chris winced as the shark’s tongue flicked beneath her. Once it settled, she reached forwards to grasp the object. Her hands slid for a moment until she found a good grip. Though large, gripping the foreign object was no easy task.

After a few moments of searching, she found her grasp and pulled. There was a moment of stillness. It wasn’t budging. Chris stopped, taking a moment to stretch her arms. It had been some time since she’d had to use this much force on a foreign object. After a moment, she placed her hands on the object again.

She pulled, tail throashing back and forth as she grunted with the effort. Then, all at once, POP! The piece flew out from between the shark’s teeth, and Chris was flung backwards. She bumped into something squishy and soft. The wrasse grinned, turning the object over. “Can I keep this? It’s really-!”

Before she could finish the request, the world went dark. Chris yelped. Something warm brushed against her, and pushed her upwards into something harder. The shark hummed again, the droning sound like a whale’s song. Chris curled into herself as much as she could until the room stilled. For a moment, she hoped the shark would let her out. But, instead, everything tightened. Chris whined, tail thrashing, but the only way to move was forwards. Downwards. And downwards she went as everything flexed, and with a horrible squelch, she was pushed back and into the shark’s throat.

She desperately clung to the strange object as she passed through the shark’s chest. The walls tugged her along, almost like swimming through a pitch black corral passage, if the passage was moving for her. The noises were overwhelming. A steady, deep pounding noise, and the noise of water gurgling and swishing around. Just as soon as it started, the tightness ended as she was squeezed out and into a much more open space. Chris hugged the object as she took in some water and wrinkled her nose.

The water was thicker now, thicker than it had been in his mouth. Chris swam downwards, still holding onto the trinket. Her tail flopped in behind her, and the mermaid tried to peer into the gurgling darkness. She’d just been eaten. Alive. Her stomach coiled.

“There. Won’t lose it in there~.”

Chris flinched as the walls trembled with the shake’s voice. It was deeper now, louder too. Chris shrank back, ears pinned.

“You ate me!”

A low, rumbling sound. A laugh?

“Yeah, I’m a shark. ‘S kinda what we do. Anyway, yer the wrasse out here unarmed. Ain’t never met a wrasse that didn’t carry no means of defendin’ themself…”

Chris frowned. “I don’t like using weapons against sharks…” she swam forwards slightly, only to bump into something solid and hard. She grimaced, rubbing her head. “You’re just…being a shark at the end of the day…that’s like someone getting mad at me for cleaning a mouth.”

For a moment, the shark was quiet.

“Well…still. Ya gotsa be ready fer someone t'come after you. ‘S dumb not t’carry somethin’ to keep safe.”

“I guess…” holding the trinket with one arm, she stuck her other arm out to feel around. Eventually, she touched something soft, and eased herself down atop it. The stomach wall churned slowly, rolling against her side as she curled around her bag. “Y’know, you’re the first shark I’ve cleaned in a while…”

Another, drawn out silence.

“…Surprisin’ considerin’ how willing ya’ were t’help me. Ya’ didn’ even try t’bolt..”

“I mean, there was no point. You’re bigger, stronger, faster than me. I wouldn’t be able to squirm inside my coral before you’d have me…not to mention, you could tear my place down, and where does that leave me?”

Jake frowned. She had a point, he could. Yet she’d been so willing to help him, a shark, no questions asked. She wasn’t even mad that he’d eaten her. Just…sad. He frowned and poked his middle. The little wrasse was so small, she didn’t even made an outline. “Well…either way, yer weird fer not bein more upset. Should…I dunno, squirm, fight, somethin-“

“Not much point,” the mermaid answered. Jakes ears flicked as the muffled voice continued. “What good would all that do me, other than wear me out? You’re a shark. I can’t compete against you.”

Once again, she was right. And she was complimenting his strength. Jake tilted his head. Weirdest little snack he’d ever seen…but it didn’t matter now. He ate her. And now…he had her. “Yeah, ya’ cant’s,” Jake agreed as he settled himself on the ocean floor. “If it makes ya’ feel better, yer doin’ a great job keepn’ th’hunger aways.”

It was quiet for a bit. Jake almost worried she’d ip and died. Not that he cared, but after a moment, he felt a flit of movement.

“That’s…good for something, I bet. Hunting this time of year must be hard…”

Jake frowned. And now she cared about his eating habits…? What was with this cleaner?! He poked his middle again. “Y’know yer barely even a snack t’me…I’ll be hungry again in a bit.”

“Yeah, but I’m easy picking,” came the simple reply.

He balked. What kind of tiny mer didn’t react more when someone ate them?! Indignant, he pushed down against his stomach. “An’ yanno things don’t usually come back outta stomachs, right?”

There was a pause. A longer silence than before, followed by a quiet: “…Yes. And I know you’re a shark. You’re just…doing what sharks do. So I can’t really be…mad at you, like I said before.”

Jake rubbed his face. Why the hell was she being so…nice?! He glared down at his stomach, wishing he could will himself to get it over with…but he couldn’t. Only because if he ended it now, he’d be hungry again soon after. It wasn’t because he felt…strange. No, it wasn’t that.

“Well…settle in. Yer not goin’ anywhere fer a while.” He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. A nap sounded like a perfect way to pass the time…and definitely not avoid the decision he had to make.

“…Okay.”

He frowned as he looked over his stomach. Cleaner fish were hard to find…harder, too, to find one this relaxed. It would be better keeping her around. Yes, it wasn’t the rising twisting in his stomach. It wasn’t the niceties. It was easier for him to keep her around. Definitely. With a sigh Jake closed his eyes, and draped his hands over his middle. He’d figure it out when he woke up.

#so cute so pure #aaaaa i love this #vore story #safe vore

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strange-waffles · 8 months ago

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Princely Duties

Triton hated Percy less than he thought he had. At first, he couldn’t stand the half blood, hating that the demigod was even staying with them. Father had told him nothing of this little mortality, and the most he knew of Percy was that he was a bastard, his father spent a ridiculous amount of time checking in on him, and that the boy had been the one of the prophecies. Then there was more to the story. Percy had been on to survive hellish tasks that adult demigods had struggled with. He had suffered by himself with barely any training and was mocked for it when he had lapse of judgment. Moreover, his little brother had nightmares every night from surviving Tartarus, a place even his father still was afraid toward.

So perhaps he didn’t hate his brother as much. He hadn’t known what the small thing had gone through. Hence his sympathy for his brother, and his...attitude change. It certainly helped tucking the small thing inside during his night terrors. It was impossible not to form some type of bond when someone was swaddled so deep inside one’s core. So yes, he felt it necessary to keep an eye on Percy when Father forced them to attend a gathering. It was meant to slowly introduce his brother to the kingdom, so when they did a coronation, his place wouldn't be challenged. Percy seemed...out of place and overwhelmed. The boy didn’t have a Mer form and as such was towered over by everyone, himself included. Those from the south seas and the deep seemed to encircle around the teen, and he could see the wild look sparking in his brothers' eyes. It was a look that sparked a deep need to relieve his brother from the clutches of high society. Wordlessly he glides over towards the group easily brushing aside those surrounding his brother, then linking arms. The size difference makes his brother only look further smaller. Even if he wasn’t at his true height, it still was a marvel to see how small mortals were comparatively.

“Pardon us, I need to speak with my brother.” He says tilting his head up, letting those around him know it was not to be challenged. A sense of satisfaction curling in his chest when they tilt their heads down in a sign of submission. “Of course my lord. We will have to speak later Percy.” one says flashing Percy a small smile, his brother attempting to return one, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Fury building up in his chest at the sight. They knew what they were doing. These Atlanteans had been within the high circles for ages.

“Prince. He is of the royal family, and you will address him as such.” Triton hisses out, baring his teeth...This was a slight he could not ignore, not even if it was against a ‘bastard’. He could feel Percy’s grip tightening on him, which only furthered his anger. The Atlantean cautiously flicking their tail. A subtle show of their unease, and a mild submission.

“It’s fine, I mean I’m not really...” Percy trails off when Triton lets a growl.

He says nothing as he tugs his brother to his side leading him outside the room. He could feel Percy squirming in his hold, forcing himself to loosen his grip as he led Percy further from the droning voices of the court. “You’re of royal blood.” He states firmly once they were far enough from prying eyes. “Father has recognized you, meaning you are to be respected.” He continues when Percy avoided his gaze.

He sighs heavily, tilting the boys chin up to meet his gaze, his heart aching at the uncertainty within those familiar sea green eyes. Just like....

The unfinished thought sent a fierce wave of grief through him.

“I’m a demigod.” Percy huffs, crossing arms and twisting his hand from Triton’s hold. The defiance made Triton roll his eyes, shifting his grip on the demigod to his shoulder. There was a wild look in the boy’s eyes, one that made him tense.

“You are my brother, my little brother, no less. It is my duty to insure you are being respected and safe.” Triton hisses back, his eyes narrowed. Percy didn’t meet his gaze, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He was defensive, like he always was when Triton tried to speak with him. It was nothing like when the boy was asleep... Then he supposed Percy wasn’t very...aware in such a state.

His grip loosened from the demigod’s shoulder, dropping back to his side. He knew that at the beginning of their relationship he hadn’t exactly been welcoming. It was a fact that clawed at his chest every time Percy gave him a distrusting glance or tense when he entered a room. How his smile never quite reached his face, how his hands twitched for his pocket any time there was a slightly loud noise. He lets an exhausted breath out, his expression growing weary. After the silence washed over them for a few moments he chances reaching out, cupping his hand under his brother’s chin and having those sea green eyes meet his own.

Percy’s gaze darted all over the place, even in this moment where nothing would dare harm the demigod the small thing was still looking for threats. His thumb brushes over his brother's cheek, taking in the small scars littering the tanned skin. “Let me help.” He murmurs finally. A small jolt from the boy indicating he hadn’t expected him to speak, nor for his words to have any type of positive intent.

“And why should I trust you?”

The words didn’t have the bite that Triton expected. It was a genuine question, one that seemed to be inviting him to argue why he should be trusted. His lips quirk upwards, pressing his forehead against Percy’s letting a hum. “You’ve been trusting me every night since your arrival. I’ve aided in your rest, keeping your nightmares at bay.”

Percy jolts from the contact, his hand no doubt hovering over his pocket where that damn sword rested. His side aches at the memory of the metal meeting his flesh. Stubborn little thing this demigod was.

“How.”

Triton snorts at the demand, allowing Percy to pull from his grip, watching the boy’s face carefully. There was confusion, distrust, and a sense of unease. Yet he didn’t arm himself with his sword, in any case it was a win.

“Your first night, the fish were quite distressed. I thought there was an assassination attempt, more so when you were swinging your sword around like a manic.” He scoffs, allowing Percy to process before continuing. “You’re a guppy, to simply put it, and any guppy with a night terror is easily soothed by kin swaddling them inside.”

A flicker of recognition flashes across Percy's face. The boy’s mouth opening, then closing as if he thought it was better to say a snarky comment. There’s silence then Percy groaning and dragging a hand over his face. “Well... gross first off, second I thought it was only parents that uh...did the whole...eat you thing.” Percy says looking away, but still stealing small glances at Triton.

“Not necessary. Any immortal is able to hold someone inside, but who would want a filthy little brat inside them?” He keeps his tone light, hiding a smile when Percy snorts at the jab. “You seem to be taking this rather well. I expected more stabbing.” he admits, glancing at the demigod's pocket. Percy’s hand twitching towards it with the glance.

“Well, they finally showed me the orientation video, and I had a talk with Annabeth about it so...I mean it’s gross, and I don’t get it but...I mean, I sorta understand? I’d really rather you not, seriously. Don’t.” A small tremor goes through the boy, Triton resting a hand on his shoulder, surprised that Percy allowed it. This is more than what he expected, a snarky response from a stubborn demigod.

He snorts, lightly tugging the boy to his side. Despite the slight threat, Percy subtly leaned into his touch. Even if it was deemed ‘gross’ any demigod would find it comforting, just as being in their godly parent’s domain would bring some sense of comfort. “It soothes your terrors brother, even if it’s ‘gross’ it’s meant to soothe your godly half.” he explains, keeping his tone soft. He adjusts his height a touch, truer to the form he was more comfortable taking. Father had insisted that they do so to comfort Percy while he visited.

“Much like now... You appeared overwhelmed.”

“Thanks to you I have Apollo’s stupid little jingle stuck inside my head.” Percy grumbles avoiding answering directly. His shoulders slumping in a sign of acceptance as he looks up at Triton. He wasn’t fighting the adjustment, which was a good sign so far. “Jingle?” he prompts, hoping to keep his brother distracted enough he could tuck the wayward little whirlpool away. He moved his hand to the small thing’s back, tracing circles on the tense muscle.

“It’s something like, ‘Don’t be so glum, it’s so fun being in a tum.’ with a bunch of wooooaaahs.” Percy continues, not moving as Triton continued to shift his size. His hand moving from his back to the nape of his neck, cradling the back of his head. “That sounds like him.” Triton muses, his webbed fingers moving through the thick curls, lightly scratching his scalp.

He huffs in amusement at how stiff the demigod was, a wild look in Percy’s eyes as their gaze met. “Trust in my little brother. This is soothing to your nerves, just...close your eyes perhaps.” He murmurs, lifting his hand up, willing the currents to stabilize the boy as he settled along his forearm. He didn’t have the boy as small as he would like, but he assumed having Percy bite sized would not go over well. His other hand came to help steady the demigod. He would be at least two feet in mortal height, a bit of a squeeze but nothing he couldn’t handle. “That’s asking a lot. Being fish food.” Percy answers without hesitation, his eyes narrowing, a hand grasping at one of his hands for comfort. “Live bait even.”

Triton can’t help but roll his eyes, his teeth rounding as he brought his brother closer. “Not food you ridiculous little guppy. It's meant to soothe and given you’re not more resistant the idea is appealing.” He argues back, a smirk dancing across his face when Percy’s cheeks flush, the demigod looking away from his gaze. “Relax, this is something I’ve had practice with...and despite our differences, I would never harm you.” He croons, his expression softening.

“Sure sure. Just...Just do it before I change my mind. Because it’s going to be literally so gross.” Percy grumbles. Triton sighs heavily before complying, lifting the boy higher, positioning him so his feet were at his mouth. “Try not to squirm. I do not need to breathe, you do. I’d rather not have you suffocate.” He murmurs.

He waits a second before opening his mouth, easing the boy’s limbs into his waiting maw. Percy was warmer than anything in the sea, the warmth seeping into his tongue as he carefully eased the small boy inside, waiting until he felt his brother’s feet hit the back of his throat before swallowing. There was a whine that drew from Percy, a soothing rumble coming from him in response to comfort the demigod. It was odd to know one of Poseidon’s mortal children took so much after the sea. He swallows again, shifting his hands to Percy’s waist as the muscle ripples over his brother’s limbs, drawing him further inside his core.

Each swallow pulled Percy deeper and deeper, Triton’s hands moving with each motion to support his brother at every turn. A rolling pressure in his middle and the warmth spreading indicated that the process was going smoothly. Small hands rest on his face, a nervous chirp coming from his brother as he tilts his head back, feeling his gut expanding as more of the boy settled in his stomach. He let another purr out, swallowing thickly and drawing his brother more inside his mouth, a hand moving towards his middle to cradle the weight as he swallowed a few more times until his jaws were able to shut. A relieved sigh rushing out as he felt the muscles of his throat pull Percy firmly down, until the full weight of the demigod settled inside his stomach.

He hadn’t had it been so obvious he was concealing a guppy inside him for some time now. Triton found he couldn’t help but rest his hands over the lump, kneading inwards. It was...satisfying as it normally was, the extra weight causing a flare of protectiveness. There was more movement than he was used to as well, the boy slept fairly still but awake he felt every movement, every correction to try and right him. He chuckles softly, shifting his hands underneath his brother, supporting the demigod as he attempts to settle.

“Struggling to get comfortable little brother?” He muses, laughing when Percy shoved out, his hands pressing out making an impression. “Shut it! You try moving around in something that’s constantly rippling.” the complaint comes back. Triton’s smile widens, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “I excel at it thank you.”

“What? How!”

“Father does have his own urges little brother, and you are not his only child.”

There is a silence before Percy splays out suddenly. “What! Dad eats you too! I thought- you're serious? Like he’s actually- there's no way! You’re all like princely and high and mighty.” Percy says, the movement indicating he was shaking his head. “Father still believes me to be a guppy, and I am not strong enough to constrict that at the moment.” he muses, closing his eyes as he relishes the feeling of warmth settling in his gut.

“Truly you’ve never experiences this?” He hums after a moment of comfortable silence. The movements slowed, indicating Percy had finally found a resting place within the muscle. He rests a hand along his brother’s back, continuing to rub in ways, tense muscle slowly falling lax. He would have assumed their Father would have at least once done so. “No... I mean, I don’t exactly see Dad all that much... Like with the restrictions and such.”

Triton hums, drumming his fingers against his middle, his smile warming at the squirming from his brother as the boy felt the touch through the layers of flesh. “You may not see him, but Father is always watching, he worries greatly about you.” He had not understood at first, being annoyed Father had been pouring so much attention into a demigod whose life was so fleeting. “Greatly. I swear you are the first to make a God age involuntary.” He teases, resting his eyes and leaning against a pillar.

“Sorry? I mean I’m literally just trying to survive.”

“At times I fear it does not seem that way.” He points out, straighten up when he sees his mother gliding out from the room, her eyes falling to his squirming middle. Subconsciously he rests a hand more protectively over his brother, his eyes narrowing in warning. A look of surprise then understanding crosses her face, gesturing for him to re-enter the room. Ugh. He was about tired of interacting with Atlanteans who barely held respect for his little brother. Maybe this would shut them up, what more proof that he genuinely cared for his father's bastard than having him safely swaddled in his stomach?

A smirk pulls at his lips as he nods, pausing just outside the entrance. “I am about to rejoin the gathering.” He blinks in surprise at the sudden bought of movement, chuckling softly. “Do not fret, this is more natural than you think.” He teases. “It’s weird! Don't lie to me!” Percy hisses out, rapid movement following his protest.

“I would never little whirlpool.” He chuckles gliding back into the room. A sense of satisfaction curling in his chest at the glances to his middle. Good. A buzz that Percy was an accepted part of the royal family would start and chase out the dreadful rumors of the bastard worming his way into power.

“Smile, you’re the center of attention.” He muses, laughing softly when he receives a kick, before going to take his place at the head table, more than pleased at the whispering.

#safe vore #protective vore #pjo vore #endosoma #comfort vore #half size vore #soft vore #vore talk #vore story #g/t

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